The juries came with power in their voice,
With Mr. Hammock be killed by his choice.
The votes were unanimous, plain and with rejoice,
Until the Judge spoke that the evidence were just meant for noise.

Now, indeed, there was a noise,
Inside the hall and in the man’s temple.
Voices clash and reverberate against the wall,
A voice that will make somebody fall.

And as the Judge reads the final sentence,
Everyone, against and pros, are in tense,
As the decision will affect what will happen,
To humans as they fall upon the hidden.